The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: With an Original Biography, and NotesPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 479 Seiten |
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... burst of joy the father's lips declare ; But Gertrude speechless on his bosom fell ; At once his open arms embraced the pair , Was never group more blest in this wide world of care . XX . " And will ye pardon , then , " replied the ...
... burst of joy the father's lips declare ; But Gertrude speechless on his bosom fell ; At once his open arms embraced the pair , Was never group more blest in this wide world of care . XX . " And will ye pardon , then , " replied the ...
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... joy of converse had endured when , hark ! Abrupt and loud , a summons shook their gate ; And heedless of the dog's ... burst ; And long his filmed eye is red and dim : At length the pity - proffered cup his thirst Had half assuaged , and ...
... joy of converse had endured when , hark ! Abrupt and loud , a summons shook their gate ; And heedless of the dog's ... burst ; And long his filmed eye is red and dim : At length the pity - proffered cup his thirst Had half assuaged , and ...
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... burst their bar ; While rapidly the marksman's shot prevailed : - And aye , as if for death , some lonely trumpet ... Joy , joy ! Columbia's friends are trampling through the shade ! XXI . Then came of every race the mingled swarm , Far ...
... burst their bar ; While rapidly the marksman's shot prevailed : - And aye , as if for death , some lonely trumpet ... Joy , joy ! Columbia's friends are trampling through the shade ! XXI . Then came of every race the mingled swarm , Far ...
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... joy and wo , Until the mind's eye saw them melt and glow . Her closing strain composed and calm she played , And ... burst her tears through pride's restraining bands , And with her handkerchief , and both her hands , She hid her voice ...
... joy and wo , Until the mind's eye saw them melt and glow . Her closing strain composed and calm she played , And ... burst her tears through pride's restraining bands , And with her handkerchief , and both her hands , She hid her voice ...
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... burst of Joy alone Accords sweet Music's soothing tone ? Why can no bard , with magic strain , In slumbers steep the heart of pain ? While varied tones obey your sweep , The mild , the plaintive , and the deep , Bends not despairing ...
... burst of Joy alone Accords sweet Music's soothing tone ? Why can no bard , with magic strain , In slumbers steep the heart of pain ? While varied tones obey your sweep , The mild , the plaintive , and the deep , Bends not despairing ...
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adieu arms battle battle of Sempach beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bless blood bosom bower brave breath bright brow burst of joy Campbell Campbell's charm child clime cried Culdee dear death deep delight doom dread dream earth England ev'n fair fame fate father's fire flower Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Glencoe glow grief hallowed ground hand hath heard heart Heaven Highland Hohenlinden hour Hyænas Indian Innisfail isles knew land life's light living Lochiel lonely look Love's Loxian mind morn mountain mourn Nature's ne'er never night o'er pale peace Pleasures of Hope poem poet Poland pride rapture sacred scene scorn shade shore sigh sight Sir Walter Scott sire smile song soul spirit star storm sweet sword tears thee THEODRIC thine Thomas Campbell thou thought Twas wampum wandering waves weep Whilst wild winds
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Seite 150 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormv winds do blow.
Seite 151 - Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave!
Seite 150 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Seite 356 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Seite 149 - While the battle rages loud and long. And the stormy tempests blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep...
Seite 162 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art — Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven. Can all that Optics teach, unfold Thy form to please me so, As when I dreamt of gems and gold Hid in thy radiant bow ? When Science from Creation's face Enchantment's veil withdraws, What lovely visions yield their place To cold material laws...
Seite 146 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line ; It was ten of April morn by the chime. As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak...
Seite 143 - LOCHIEL, Lochiel ! beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight. They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Seite 147 - Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back...
Seite 146 - OF Nelson and the North, Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand, In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.